Beautiful wise stallion with his young colt, who, will likely challenge him one day soon. The realities for stallions once they mature are harsh.
up to my waist in snow, such a different feeling from anytime I have been out with the wild herds...the smells, the sounds, the quiet...I do think that is what got me most... quiet. There is such a sound barrier that snow can create, it was an interesting element to this trip. No sounds of birds, crickets, flies buzzing near your head, no worry of rattlesnakes, although at this altitude the thought of a bear did cross my mind, then I quickly remembered...they are sleeping...I'm not sure I will return to the mountain at this time of year, but I'm grateful for the quiet peaceful time I spent there. The horses vibrate at a very different level, and its a nice reminder from mother nature that everything has its season, its time and its purpose. Winter is meant for the preparation of the worlds rebirth...relish in your quiet times...~kc
cuz baby, its cold outside....
snow is winters watering hole to the wild horses ... this is their only source of hydration at this time of year. It was interesting to watch the difference between them looking for winter grass and them literally taking in mouthful of snow and sucking it down to drink.
Pregnant Pyror Mountian Mare
"Free form all thoughts of 'I' and 'mine,' that man finds utter peace." ~ Bhagavad GitaThe stillness at this time of year was as if I was in a yoga class with the horses. Such a quiet in the air and to them, once you were "in" with them. Which took some effort, the horses in general are a bit more flighty at this time of year, the crunching of your boots in deep snow can send them running very quickly. I remeber thinking I sound like a BigFoot coming at them and there was no way around it. This was finally a particularily good day, an afternoon of enjoying a packed lunch, sunshine and just meditating with the horses amongst snowy filled junipers.
The silence was music to my ears...the crisp snow beneath my boots, the chill on the end of my nose, the over abundance of garments to keep you warm, all come flooding back to me when I view these images and remember this time. February is a cold and brutal month to be out there, the hardiness of these amazing horses is once again, astounding...kc
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